A/N: Oh wow guys, so sorry this has been delayed for so long! I lost the notebook I had it written in and was too lazy to re write it so I gave up but then recently found it… It took a year to find it… that’s sad.

Anyways here you go, chapter 2, hope you don’t hate me! :p

Three months later

“Hey,” A sing-songy voice rang in here ear, “Hey, Claire… Claire. Guess what time it is.” Steadily, the woman’s voice grew louder, “It’s time to wake up! Wake up! Wake up!” The small female began to bounce up and down on the bed, causing the mattress to move like waves. Claire grunted and tried to shake away the hands, now firmly planted on her stomach, that were forcing her off of the bed.

“God dammit, what do you what?” Claire Redfield didn’t even need to see her, she could already tell from the tone of the woman who she was. Widening her eyes she made note of the brunette staring back at her, hazel eyes flickering from the light intruding in from the window. “Jill,” the redhead huffed, “what the hell are you doing waking me up so early?”

“Early?” Jill pointed to the open window. Bright light from the sun rays poured into the room giving off a calming luminosity. The off white curtains fluttered from the cool fall breeze. “It’s 11’o’clock, get up!” She playfully shoved her friend, who in returned gave her a sleepy glare.

“Ugh, 11’o’clock is early. Go wake me up at 2:00 or something.” Rolling back over, Claire let her body relax in her big down comforter, burying it up to her nose, and breathing in the fresh sent of cotton and fabric. Her languid blue eyes began to close, drifting off to peaceful sleep…

“Oh no you don’t.” Jill pounced right back on the bed with even more force than before, tearing the blankets from Claire’s grip.

The cold air brought shivers to her spine and caused her to get up immediately, “Fine,” she whined with defeat. “Why are you bothering me anyways? Shouldn’t you be downstairs making-out with my brother?” She teased.

“Shut up,” Jill countered, giving off a devious smile while climbing off the double bed. She strode across the coarse carpet, worn down from dirt, nail polish and make-up spills, over to the mahogany door and latched onto the silver door knob. “Come on.”

“Why?”

“I have a little surprise for you. I’m sure it will get you out of this rut you’re in.” A glimmer of mischief was in her expression, and made her look as if she could explode with her own self-pride.

“Maybe I’m comfortable being in this rut.”

“Just follow me.”

She intertwined their hands together and pulled Claire’s arm until it felt like popping out, “Where are you taking me?” Claire’s paranoia took over, “No, seriously Jill. Shouldn’t I shower first, maybe put some clothes on?”

“Nope. Don’t worry about that, you’ll be staying in the comfort of your own home, with your family.” She then mumbled something inaudible under her breath.

Claire let her sarcasm get the best of her, “Sorry, Jill but the last time I checked, you weren’t in the family tree.”

“Just trust me.”

So she did. Although a bit reluctant to the idea, Claire allowed Jill to guide her through her own home, it was not a long journey.

“How big is this gift of yours’ anyways, Jill?”

“Whoever said it was a gift?” This sparked curiosity.

Leaning her back on the door leading into the living room, Claire began to ask, “What do you…?” Then stopped herself mid-sentence. When she turned around to face the crowd, she caught on to Jill’s idea. The surprise could not be fit in any sort of gift box. There was no wrapping paper and no bow to top it off; certainly not a “gift,” but a man.

“Leon?” His name stuck to her tongue and made her thoughts go numb. Sitting before her on the grey, beat up loveseat next to Chris, was Claire’s former partner. Together they had survived the horrible bio terrorist attacks that had invested the town of Raccoon City with the undead, but in turn for survival they had lost contact with one another.

With his lively eyes fixated on her, he carried that same small, cocky smirk he had from years ago. In the sense of looks, Leon really hadn’t changed much. As it had been in the past, he had no sense of color and his clothes reflected it: washed out jeans and a black shirt that would barley pass as formal. His brown hair was still styled much like a wannabe emo kid: flipped in the front, covering one of his icy eyes. Mature for his age? No. But it still worked for him.

“Afraid of change?” Claire’s mockery got the best of her again, but this time she felt quite enlightened by being able to be a sarcastic bitch to someone other than her brother and his girlfriend.

“At least I’m not the one wearing monkeys.” She looked down at herself and realized how stupid she looked. Seeing a man she had not been in contact with in awhile and here she was standing in bright yellow, monkey covered pajamas topped off with frizzy red hair. Surely, no matter how bad he looked, he would always top her. Though the last time they saw each other Leon was dirtied with blood, so tired and on edge even something as small as a mouse could make him jump, still, Claire was sure she looked worse.

Realizing she took defeat, Leon smiled, “Hey, it’s good to see you again.” He brushed his hand on her shoulder, snapping her back to reality.

Claire smiled, and then nodded towards Jill, “How did she find you anyways?”

“I just recently…”

Quickly he was cut-off by Jill, “Seeing as I found him, I’ll tell the story.”

“Fine”. Leon waved his hand curt manner.

Jill sat up in her seat and cleared her throat like she was about to make an award winning speech.

It was a brisk October morning. A harsh breeze blew colorful leaves into their rhythmical dance while rustling Jill’s hair. She was on her morning trip to buy grocery items for Chris, Claire and herself. Although not living in the household, Jill did like to help out with regular errands due to the fact that she did stay there a lot with Chris, and practically had been living with him for quite a while. Not only that but it had become a habit. All the months when Claire had been moping around Jill felt like she was on slave labor. Do the laundry, do the dishes, make food, take care of jobs. Don’t get the wrong idea, Chris did a lot of work too but Jill felt a strong responsibility. So there she stood, in the market, running the first errand for today thinking nothing of it.

The sliding glass doors automatically opened with a “woosh” and the smells of lush foods flooded in. List in hand, Jill gave it a look.

Fruits: bananas, apples, grapes, strawberries

Vegetables: “You know, the typical.” Was scrawled in Claire’s handwriting

Meat: hamburger

Casually she rolled her eyes, hating her usual duty, and grabbed a plastic red basket from the bin, slinging it on her arm, allowing it to bump into her small hip as she paced through aisle grabbing items at random.

“Aisle 7,” she read to herself, scanning the list on the sign. The last thing on Jill’s mental shopping list for herself was cereal, precisely what lie ahead. Strolling through, she read cereal box names: Raisin Bran, Honey Bunches of Oats, Fruit Loops, name any cereal you wanted it was probably in Aisle 7. Finally, in the middle of the aisle on the highest shelf was it: Frosted Flakes.

She was on her tip toes stretching to great heights to reach it. Although stretching high she could not reach the damned box. “Who the hell puts cereal this high anyways?” Jill mumbled to herself through clenched teeth.

“Here”. A males hand reached up, snatching the box and passing it to her, smirking quietly, “That was a pretty god show you put on there. Cute.”

Jill shrugged, “Thank, I guess...”

There was a long pause between the two as customers strolled by nonchalantly. Jill looked up at the man, drawing in his features, he was certainly handsome but something struck her as if she’d met him before; no not met, but saw him before. She knew it would bother her if she didn’t ask. “Excuse me, but have we ever met before?” Slowly, the composed man drew in her features this time; it almost seemed like he was checking her out.

“I don’t think so, but if you want, maybe I could…”

“Wait!” Jill stopped him from going any further, a memory switch clicked to ‘on.’ “What is your name? I know it. I remember you.”

He looked a combination of puzzled and stunned. “Leon S. Kennedy, and you’re…?”

Now it was Jill’s turn to look stunned, “No way.”

Jill clasped her hands together and shouted out, “I knew it, Leon!” Shoppers began to stare, as was Leon. “I’m Jill, Jill Valentine. As in Jill who worked with Chris Redfield in the force. I know Claire Redfield! You two helped each other out, in Raccoon City.”

He gave off his trademark smirk, “I can’t believe this; you know Claire? How is she? She did make it out okay, right?”

Jill was on the edge of her seat, this just might the thing to cheer Claire up. The thought was exhilarating. “Yes, she’s fine. I mean she did have some troubles finding her brother afterwards but she made it out fine of course!” Jill was not about to bring up the death of Claire’s comrade, she figured he would feel more at ease if he knew she was doing fine.

Leon gave a pleasant but small smile, keeping his composure. “That’s great; I’d really like to see her sometime again.”

Vibrantly smiling, Jill spoke, “That would be great, I’m sure she would love that. And you could meet Chris too.”

“I’d like that.” Leon slipped a hand into his back pocket, pulled out a neatly folded shopping list and tore the lower half off. “You got a pen?”

The cereal was now in the basket along with the other items, Jill tossed him the blue ballpoint pen, and he began to scrawl. When finished, the paper was decorated in blue ink, displaying a number.

“Give me a call when you guys aren’t busy, promise?”

She took the slip and flashed a quick gentle smile, “Okay, I promise. Good to finally meet you Leon.” They shook hands gladly. “See you soon.”

There were some days that Claire just wanted to punch Jill in the face for being so imprudent and today was just one of those days.

A/N: Love me or hate me either way leave constructive criticism, please!